Unless there’s a major change in temperature I’ve hit the point where the heating has to be on every day. Can’t be doing with cold, and I’ve put all the indoor clothing on that feels comfortable. No point being silly about these things.
The strange thing is that I don’t feel the cold anywhere near so much when I’m out and about. There’s a lesson to be learned there but I think I’ll leave it a couple of weeks before I start thinking seriously about it.
We’ll be resuming our weekly outings once Graham’s settled back at home. Tenby is still top of our exploration list, and we’ve both of us had a long-time urge to go over to Newquay for lunch at the Hungry Trout. This was one of our favourite places when we lived in Wales the first time. Then, the whole of the Pembrokeshire coast, resort by resort.
I’ve managed to lose a fair bit of weight this summer, by virtue of eating less. In terms of general fitness, though, I feel myself to be close to an all-time low. The limit of 75 yards walking is still with me most days, so any programme designed to get me going has to be executed gently and with constant encouragement. Graham’s good at the latter, but sparing with the former. Which is, I suppose, as it should be.
I don’t think I’m ready for an electric buggy quite yet, though the sight of folks whizzing about on little electric quad bikes does sometimes make me a little envious. I was a little discouraged by the miserable visage of so many of the people I see on such things until I saw this video. Now I’m considering starting a penny jar against the day when I feel the need for added mobility.
Ah well. Cabbages and Kings. I’d better go and get stuck into a bit more house-cleaning. Don’t need a buggy for that.
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in the sunshine
a single leaf falls–
plop!
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